NO GAIN WITHOUT PAIN

Miss, your ink can't dry.

Baby girl your memories won't die

Stress killer your pen never lies

Mama's daughter your pen always cries.

Your art reading I can't forever deny

But always have the faith to keep trying

In the sky, you're a shooting star.

Hidden were your past full of scars

Poetry is your favourite car.

Your arts are popular

No one can say to you they are unfamiliar

And your wards to people you chase fear.

In poetry, you're in to venture

Even if they say you have no utter,

Let's their wards not course your temper.

For here your art go find a territory

In this industry follow your heart not the majority

And in the end, you'll emerge with victory.

To your art be devoted with credibility

For here they'll oppress you with no mercy,

But at no point should you lower your esteem.

Even if their content is meant to provoke you,

For you won't be afflicted with their wards,

Instead, keep on flourishing with their criticism.